Page 49 of Married to My Grumpy Minotaur Boss

I remind myself of that for the next hundred unsteady beats of my heart. “What about you?”

He snorts. “You’ll be ashamed of me. I don’t do romantic.”

“Not at all? Wasn’t there an ex-girlfriend...” I trail off, not really wanting to know the answer to that.

Ronan shakes his head. “No one special.”

We sit like that for a long time.

I keep expecting Amy to interrupt, but the crew are surprisingly silent and still. No one dashes in to fix my hair or touch up my makeup. No one darts in with a prompt or a question.

Eventually, I shiver and Ronan sighs, tucking his jacket around me a little tighter. HE turns to the crew. “We’d better wrap this up, don’t you think?”

When I look around, everyone is watching us. I mean they’re always watching, I get that, but this time something is different. There’s a stillness in the air. Almost like expectation.

I wonder how crushed they’ll be tomorrow when Ronan doesn’t renew his vows.

TWENTY ONE

Ronan

Our last night.

It feels odd to even be thinking about it like that. Only a day ago I was counting the hours until this bloody thing was done.

Now...

I lean over the sink and stare at my face in the bathroom mirror. Recently, I’ve noticed the lines around my eyes that sort of snuck up on me in the last couple of years. They seem smaller today.

It’s her. No, that’s not quite true. Obviously, I’ve had her around for a little while. Maybe what it is is noticing her. Finally. Like I’ve had my head under a rock this whole time. Now I can’t stop noticing.

Down at the beach, I couldn’t stop noticing the way she bit her lip or the way the slope of her neck angled into her shoulders. The way she shivered when she was cold. The way she huddled into my jacket and lifted the collar to sniff it when she thought I wasn’t looking.

Fuck.

That sort of shit should be illegal. I liked it way too fucking much.

She likes my smell. I’d almost say she likes me. She lights up every time I smile at her and looks at me like I hung the moon and stars. I need to be careful here. It’s not fair for me to string this out. Only, it’s addictive.

It must have done something stupid to my brain waking up in the same bed as Justine three days in a row. Twisted something. Broke something.

I can’t quite shake the feeling it might be nice to do that more often.

Finally, I give in. I can’t delay any longer. I open the bathroom door and peer out into the darkened bedroom. Justine is already tucked up in bed, wearing the dangerously small pajama shorts and a singlet so thin it’s just begging for me to wet it with my saliva as I tease her nipples through the fabric.

God, I remember how she squirmed on my lap when I licked those little pink buds. I remember how hard I wanted to come in my pants while she humped my hard cock through our clothes. The only thing that held me back was knowing the mess I’d make. A minotaur is bad at the best of times, but after days of not coming...

I’m going to need a mop and bucket to clean up when I finally get to jerk off.

I palm down my growing erection as I hastily climb into bed next to her.

It felt stupid insisting on the chair or the wall of pillows tonight after what we did last night. And this morning...

To be honest, though, the only thing holding me back from doing those things again right now are the cameras in all corners of the room.

“Ronan?” Justine twists to face me, pillowing her hands under her cheek and blinking up at me with wide blue eyes. “Can I ask you something?”

“Hmm?” Caught off guard, I wonder what she might want to ask. I run some scenarios through my mind: she’ll ask about my exes, or her job. Maybe she just wants me to spoon her again.

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